Clouds shift and flow and move: the sky is never the same two seconds in a row.
As the sun moves, so the colours change and the interplay between the wind, the temperature and the sun create spectacles of infinite variety.
Clouds will form themselves into fantastic shapes, even for a second appearing to resemble an object from our world: a rabbit, a saucepan, a dragon or a heart.
Then they are gone, ever-changing, formless yet with form, solid yet fluid at once.
Clouds are natures poetry.
"Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty and live life with your head in the clouds"
| "Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky" ~~ Rabindranath Tagore |
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| When I was visiting my friend in Christchurch, New Zealand in February 2012 the sky often put on a display like the photo above. |
11 comments:
Lovely pensive tribute to clouds...Happy New Year Peggy!
Many thanks Christine for your kind words and all the very best for 2013. xxxxx
Yes! I love clouds and also find them inspiring!
I am certainly not surprised that you love clouds Ninon.
Birds, nature and of course the sky and clouds go hand in hand.
Be well dear friend. xxxxx
I do love clouds, Peggy, and actually tried to bounce on one once. (Needless to say, I fell straight through it!)
I remember when I was little lying in the grass and looking at all of the clouds and the shapes they made. I still point out animals to Hannah.... In fact, I saw a poodle just the other day!
Roban I can picture you flying amongst the clouds whilst skydiving. I have just re-read your post "To be a bird" and can visualise you bouncing off clouds on your way down.
Oh what a feeling that must have been.
I certainly hope to experience what you experienced one day Roban, and to skydive together would be an awesome way to go.
Peggy your post reminded of the poem that was recited at the inauguration today. It's titled "One Today". Here' the last part of it:
One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father
who couldn't give what you wanted.
We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country—all of us—
facing the stars
hope—a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it—together
What a beautiful poem Bill, thanks for sharing it.
I hope 2013 heralds in a peaceful year for all Americans.
Ahh thanks Laura.
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I love nothing better than to be looking out of a plane window at the clouds. I often imgin opening the hatch and diving off into their soft bed. They are the most beautiful of things and the most fearsome as well. Wonderful post Peggy.
Hey Lilly!
Did you know every cloud really does have a silver lining!
Scientist say gloomy days are good for the brain.
While wet weather may make us feel gloomy, it sharpens the memory and improves our recall.
How about them apples!
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